The smiles,

The eyes,

The names

The kindness,

Encourages me,

To do the unexpected.

But, boy you all make the confidence go,

Down, down, down, always.

I build up faith,

From scratch each time,

Thinking it will be the last,

Certainly this time,

You break it mercilessly,

And let it go,

Down, down, down again.

It’s broken into pieces,




You did this so,

I’m down, down, down, again.

Another poem in a similar tone, loud.

Go For It

I looked up for signs,

Found many in abundance,

All saying,

Go for it.

My favorite poet’s poems suggested to dig for my happiness,

Take a stand on my own,

Take what’s mine,

Go for it.

A person I follow on Instagram said,

Regret can be healed if you did something rather than regretting something without doing it.

Being a person who doesn’t regret,

I took it as a sign,

Go for it.

Someone on Twitter tweeted,

If you never try it, how will you know if it actually turns out to be.

It was definitely a sign to,

Go for it.

Then again, another Facebook post,

Which was of a letter to someone,

Completely related to my situation,

It was time to,

Go for it.

People told me to,

Go for it.

I felt to,

Go for it.

Tell me please,

If I interpreted them wrong,

Because even after going for it,

I’m losing my faith,

In all the signs which led me to you,

Despite breaking my only one rule,

Keeping the signs above it too,

Tell me please,

If I’m wrong,

Probably another sign,

A little too strong.

Universe, Go for it.

Coincidentally yesterday’s blog started with the phrase, Go For It. 


Go for it,

Not again.

Did it, though.

Break the rule,

Is it worth it?

Broke it, though.

Been a fool,

Yet again.

What should I do?

Another chance,

Situation demands,

Damn, confusion too. 

How Do I Forget? 

How do I forget the inquisitive eyes and the nonchalant smile looking at me from across the room implying a feeling never existing before?

How do I forget the rush under my skin as if the butterflies were demanding to be let out in the world?

How do I forget the energy of the atmosphere which was created then, powerful enough to make me bolder than usual?
How do I forget when I don’t even remember why it all happened in the first place?


One day. Try living in this world for just one day without any assistance from the women and you won’t get your morning tea/coffee ready on the breakfast table, your clothes washed, ironed and kept at their proper place, your lunch ready, the meals prepared as you like them, the evening tea and snacks served hot when you come back home and lastly the dinner on time.

A woman can manage to do all the above-mentioned chores without any complaint while they handle their careers simultaneously.

Yet, a little less sugar in the tea, your unironed shirt, a little extra salt in the food by an accident, a little delay while she serves you the food will burn your insides in absolute rage as if she hasn’t ever done anything for you at all.

If you call yourself a feminist and tell the world that you believe in equal rights to both men and women, where does your feminism go when she’s working without breaking a sweat in the kitchen and preparing a mental map of the things she has to do at the house before she leaves for her office and comes back to grind between the pans and pots again?

Is she the only one who has the duty to manage the household and the office and still get negative criticism but never give up doing things because she is not moulded to do that.

She’s moulded to face the worst situations of all silently, without telling anything to anyone for her entire life.

This is for those who think that they are feminist and yet blindly do all the things that a male chauvinist does, this is the time you open your eyes and realize what you’re doing or else if the women thinks that she’s done with it, the world will come to a halt.


Sometimes situations demand time to be understood.

Sometimes it is not important to deal with certain things as and when they come at you. 

Sometimes the situations change so drastically that it almost feels like a nightmare.

Sometimes we need to be stronger than we were at our strongest because we are not made to be weak and losers. 


I want to scream,

loud, loud, loud.

Listen to all the love songs,

loud, loud, loud.

Write poems dreamily and say them,

loud, loud, loud.

I want be in a place,

loud, loud, loud.

Where my thoughts are at a pace,

loud, loud, loud.

Just hold hands and jump to music,

loud, loud, loud.

Thoughts are the only thing right now,

loud, loud, loud.